Hip-Hop/Rap
WW III (feat. Snoop Dogg, Scarface, Jadakiss & Yung Wun)
by Ruff Ryders
Release Date:
2000-01-01
Lyrics
Tugboats It's over...
It's the second time around mother****er (yeah)
Volume 2, ryde or die, mother****ers
If l could get my shit togethe
And we gonna rock this mother****er, you dig me (for sure baby
We done ****ed up the mother****ing streets (for sure baby
Double R, you c**k sucking sons of b*****s (yeah) [Swizz Beatz
State your name gangsta [Snoop Dogg]
Big Snoop dogg (bow wow) [Swizz Beatz]
Where ya representin [Snoop Dogg]
West coast [Swizz Beatz]
You gonna hold it down? [Snoop Dogg]
Please believe, mother****er [Swizz Beatz
Enough said then, mother****er [Snoop Dogg] (Hold on, hold up) beyatch! [Swizz Beatz
Make a start [Snoop Dogg]
Let's make this official
************ne your boots and load your pistols
Pull out your best crudentials
Cuz this'll, be the official for the fake tissue
Doggy dogg and big
Swizz'll, mother****er blow the whistl
Smoke it on some bomb beat and second hand smoke will get ya, hit ya
And make ya all get the picture
Dig this, when was the last time you seen me
Posted up, west coasted up and sippin on some green meat
Believe me, it ain't easy being
D'zy With these jealous rap mother****ers and these punk ass freezies (**** 'em
Man, I couldn't remember what they told me
When I first came in the game, but things done changed
Call it what you want it, keep the heat up on it
Eastside California, spinnin like a 'tona
Banging on the corner, like a 'sona
It be best to back up off a boy and put this up on ya [Swizz Beatz] (Yeah!)
State your name youngster [Yung Wun]
Yung Wun!! [Swizz Beatz]
Where you representing [Yung Wun]
A-T-L, shorty [Swizz Beatz]
You gonna hold it down? [Yung Wun]
Damn right [Swizz Beatz]
Well, enough said then [Yung Wun]
It's up, man, mother****er, let me tell you something [Swizz Beatz
Let's go [Yung Wun]
Shorty pop a lot, acting like he got a lot
With all that fake ice on his watch, this mother****er wanna get go
Coming to my city with all that hot bullshit and his fake ass cliqu
I'm gonna put something in him, bust his wig,
I'm on some thugged out shit
He better be strapped boy, how ya like that boy
Hey boy, I'm gonna break your back boy, with a bat boy
Where ya at boy, hold up,
I'm cold hearted
Damn right,
I get retarded
I'm a young one, and down here, mother****e
I'm the hardest
Shoot the shit, hide and talk that shi
I'm gonna stay low, keep it real and show then come up
But when I bite, you gonna feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a ryde or die mother****e
I'll put something in your eye, mother****e
Get beside them here, it's fly bye, mother****e
When it come to glock ***********ing and drop popping
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war with the cops, mother****er [Swizz Beatz
State your name gangsta [Scarface]
Scarface [Swizz Beatz]
Where your representing [Scarface]
My mother****ing self [Swizz Beatz
You gonna hold it down? [Scarface]
You god damn right [Swizz Beatz]
Enough said then, mother****er [Scarface
Hi-ho Scarface and
Dogg whippin this streets against the law
Bringing terror with this beretta,
I clutch in my paw
I'm scared mother****ers, scrap with min
You will attack, that's what you get, my enemies die
It's a worldwide story, for all soldiers
Even if Ruff
Ryders ryde ruff or roll over
It's a stickup, said down on your knees cuz
I'm sick-up
If disrespected, you don't disrespect me, mother****e
I'm the one these mother****ers call o
When they go to cases are halted and the time come for beatin up the bosses
Make them an offer they can't refuse
They don't comply, when
I walk out they stack these fools
I guess these mother****ers think they can't be move
Realized it those dead mother****ers like they think they do
You ****ing with me
I gots to ****ing with you
World war three, mother****er
I thought you knew [Swizz Beatz]
State your name gangsta [Jadakiss]
Jadakiss, mother****er [Swizz Beatz]
Where you representing [Jadakiss]
East coast, dog [Swizz Beatz]
You gonna hold it down? [Jadakiss]
Why wouldn't
I? [Swizz Beatz]
Enough said then mother****er [Jadakiss]
Let's go [Swizz Beatz]
Let's go [Jadakiss]
C'mon, If you ****ing with the kiss, you ain't gonna breathe
The only time
I lick in the air is new years eve
Sonny from
Bronxdale you can't leave
Get kissed on your cheek then your meant to die
Cuz when the gun start poppin and my temperature rise
You know my style, twenty mother****ers with forty cals
Nine years ago you was hollering when shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twisting these honies out
Never left the crack game, still on the money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all mother****ers sound sick and
Jada the remedy
Get shot in your eyes and your mouth
Can't see can't talk when you ****ing with the heart of
New York And that's foulin then swallow the pulp
And then **** with the feds dog, you know
I push the prowler they caught
Toast on my lap, got the east coast on my back
How many times must
I tell you mother****ers (yeah)
We ain't in-du-stry mother****ers, we in-the-streets mother****ers
Ruff Ryders forever, hey mother****er now what [Swizz Beatz]
Ryde or die, you talk it, we live it (EASTCOAST!)
So ryde or die, you want it, we give it (WESTCOAST!)
So ryde or die, you start it, we end it (DIRTY SOUTH!)
So ryde or die, you talk it, we live it (BIG WEST!)
So ryde or die, you want it, we give it (RUFF RYDERS!)
So ryde or die, you start it, we end it (BIAATCH!!!) [repeat chorus (hollering then fade to end)]
DOUBLE R M
UTHA****A!!!
